Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Yun qingrang was still standing under the moonlight, thinking that the little demon's mana was low. If he ate a big pill, he might explode and die.

But how to improve her cultivation? Yunqing thinks she should go to Houshan tomorrow.

The next morning, the sun slowly came out of the clouds and dispersed a large milky cloud shrouded in Zixia peak.

Yunqing, who doesn't eat fireworks among people, makes her frown at Xia Qingluo with tears.

If a novice disciple cries hungry all day, he can understand.

But this hundred year old vine also shouted hungry. He didn't understand.

"Lord Yun, I'm hungry. I'm so hungry." Xia Qingluo doesn't care where Yunqing wants to take her. Now her first task is to solve the problem of hunger.

The future and yunqingrang don't know how many years to entangle. She can't stand not eating every day.

"Have you practiced?" Yunqing asked faintly.

"Practice." Xia Qingluo naturally replied that it was the homework she had to do after the sun came out every morning.

Yunqing let her divine sense look at the little demon. She has enough aura. Generally speaking, it's very vigorous. Why shout hungry.

"Your noumenon is a vine. You take the sun as the essence and rain and dew as the flower. As long as you run for a week, your vine noumenon will not feel hungry."

"But I, but I..." Xia Qingluo stopped talking.

After she crossed here, it was really similar to what Yun qingrang said, but habit is a terrible thing. She has been a person for 18 years. How can she change it?

"You what?"

"But I'm still hungry." Xia Qingluo squatted on the ground and muttered bitterly, "I mix with a fox spirit in xiaoqingqiu. I can mix three meals every day. I'm hungry if I don't have to mix with you, a disciple of qingluan sect."

Yunqing made me speechless.

After thinking about it, he pointed a little and a small paper crane appeared in his palm. The next moment, the paper crane moved a few times and flew away.

"Lord Yun, are you going to find me something to eat?" Xia Qingluo stood up and looked at Yun qingrang in surprise.

Xia Qingluo's eyes stared big, and the smile on her face was brilliant. It seemed that even the morning sun was a little inferior.

Yunqing gave a faint glance and turned her head.

Xia Qingluo has long been used to the way he and Yunqing let the topic end in an instant.

Soon, a light point galloped from a distance. After landing, he found that he was still an acquaintance.

Round faced junior brother Lin Ziao.

He saw that after he came down from the flying sword, his hand turned over and a pile of things appeared on the ground.

Xia Qingluo hurried over. There were rice, noodles and vegetables, but they were all raw.

She thought it was ready-made.

Fortunately, the fox who died in xiaoqingqiu was forced out.

Happily carrying rice noodles and vegetables into the bamboo house, he came out with rice noodles the next second.

"How can I cook without a pot?" Xia Qingluo stood at the door with a bitter face and asked Yun qingrang.

Lin Ziao obviously thought it was fun, so he stepped forward, "little demon, can you cook?"

Xia Qingluo nodded proudly.

"Then I'll build one for you. I've learned from the chef in the canteen." Lin Ziao didn't expect that the Banshee could cook, so he became interested.

Yunqing asked him to turn around and leave here.

"Wow, you're so powerful?" Xia Qingluo naturally doesn't hesitate to praise. Anyone who can feed himself is a good man. "You can set up a stove. You're a versatile person."